Canto

 1     2| descended on his breast.~ ~ XIII~Wasted he was as much by fasts
 2     2|         Who 'mid these rocks has wasted wind and speed.~ ~ XL~"But
 3     3|       the sword~Who in Ausonia's wasted cities dwell;~Rome shall
 4     8|       shores infest,~(Its people wasted through the Godhead's hate)~
 5     8|         mighty tempest rose,~And wasted flowers, and trees uptore
 6    11|     inhabitants, through all the wasted land;~And, was it justice
 7    11|           Mid sack and fire, the wasted country through,~The islanders
 8    16|         Men, here and there, the wasted ranks renew;~Here march
 9    19|       deeply dyed,~Life was nigh wasted with the gushing tide.~ ~
10    19|      waxed Medore:~She miserably wasted; like the snow's~Unseasonable
11    23|          is bathed in sweat, and wasted force,~Serves not his fury
12    25|         rued,~Who saw her garden wasted by the brand.~What wreck,
13    31|         transport;~Whither their wasted squadrons make resort.~ ~
14    34|        here repossest,~Orlando's wasted wit as well he takes,~Sees
15    34|         like a corse,~Upon whose wasted form long time had beat~
16    34|   monarch his domain,~Upon whose wasted lands his host had preyed,~
17    37|         vanished, and its vigour wasted so,~A child, a woman, everywhere
18    40|      when with glad repast~Their wasted bodies were refreshed, begun~
19    42|     bright, such blessed moments wasted were;~And now he life would
20    44|          By squadrons, all, from wasted Africk go;~But to their
21    46|        gentle courser scaled.~So wasted was the vigour which some